Right, I know I’m banging on about it, but I was home before 6pm today. Came in to a spotless flat (entirely thanks to the boy) which is heavenly in itself. I’ve put a wash on. I’m getting the dinner ready for when the boy comes home soon. Then I’ll watch some crap tv without feeling guilty (a first) while he potters about on his spaceship (computer). I must say, this work experience is working out quite well, even if it’s only because it’s giving me a glimpse into a life of free evenings which could give me the motivation I need to get out. I mean I’m only an amateur at the moment (ie. coming straight home and revelling in my guilt-free-freedom from the sofa) but if this keeps going, I might even find myself delving into the realms of after-work drinks and socialising. HAPPY HOUR. Watch this space.